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He has a name which can t be brought	A
Within the sphere of metre	B
But as he s Peter by report	C
I ll trot him out as Peter	B
I call him mine but don t suppose	D
That I m his dad O reader	B
My wife has got a Norman nose	D
She reads the tales of Ouida	C
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I never loved a nigger belle	E
My tastes are too aesthetic	F
The perfume from a gin is well	E
A rather strong emetic	F
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But seeing that my theme is Pete	C
This verse will be the neater	B
If I keep on the proper beat	C
And stick throughout to Peter	B
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We picked him up the Lord knows where	G
At noon we came across him	H
Asleep beside a hunk of bear	G
His paunch was bulged with possum	I
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Last stanza will not bear I own	J
A pressure analytic	F
But bard whose weight is fourteen stone	J
Is apt to thump the critic	F
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We asked the kid to give his name	K
He didn t seem too willing	L
The darkey played the darkey s game	K
We tipped him with a shilling	L
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We tipped him with a shining bob	M
No Tommy Dodd believe us	N
We didn t tumble to his job	M
Ah why did Pete deceive us	N
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I being as I ve said a bard	C
Resolved at once to foster	B
This mite whose length was just a yard	C
This portable impostor	B
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This babe I spoke in Wordsworth s tone	J
See Wordsworth s Lucy neighbour	B
I ll make a darling of my own	J
And he ll repay my labour	B
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He ll grow as gentle as a fawn	O
As quiet as the blossoms	P
That beautify a land of lawn	O
He ll eat no more opossums	P
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The child I to myself will take	Q
In a paternal manner	B
And ah he will not swallow snake	Q
In future or goanna	O
	-
Will you reside with me my dear	B
I asked in accents mellow	R
The nigger grinned from ear to ear	B
And said All right old fellow	R
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And so my Pete was taken home	S
My pretty piccaninny	O
And not to speak of soap or comb	S
His cleansing cost a guinea	O
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But hang expenses I exclaimed	C
I ll give him education	O
A nig is better when he s tamed	C
Perhaps than a Caucasian	O
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Ethnologists are in the wrong	T
About our sable brothers	P
And I intend to stop the song	T
Of Pickering and others	P
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Alas I didn t do it though	R
Old Pickering s conclusions	P
Were to the point as issues show	R
And mine were mere delusions	P
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My inky pet was clothed and fed	C
For months exceeding forty	O
But to the end it must be said	C
His ways were very naughty	O
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When told about the Land of Morn	O
Above this world of Mammon	O
He d shout with an emphatic scorn	O
Ah gammon gammon gammon	O
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He never lingered like the bard	C
To sniff at rose expanding	L
Me like he said em cattle yard	C
Fine smell de smell of branding	L
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The soul of man I tried to show	R
Went up beyond our vision	O
You ebber see dat fellow go	R
He asked in sheer derision	O
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In short it soon occurred to me	O
This kid of six or seven	O
Who wouldn t learn his A B C	O
Was hardly ripe for heaven	O
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He never lost his appetite	C
He bigger grew and bigger	B
And proved with every inch of height	C
A nigger is a nigger	B
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And looking from this moment back	U
I have a strong persuasion	O
That after all a finished black	U
Is not the clean Caucasian	O
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Dear Peter from my threshold went	C
One morning in the body	O
He dropped me to oblige a gent	C
A gent with spear and waddy	O
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He shelved me for a boomerang	V
We never had a quarrel	W
And if a moral here doth hang	V
Why let it hang the moral	W
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My mournful tale its course has run	O
My Pete when last I spied him	H
Was eating possum underdone	O
He had his gin beside him	H

Henry Kendall

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